Frontline

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Death I feel It’s too real Mom, please, help me Mutilated bodies Of my soldier friends It\'s all can I see? It’s my turn Must not return I know I will die Young boys like us Ready to kill us all I’m horrified Raised for only purpose, always doing what they say Brainless soldier deliver death! – for me the only way Kill me first or I will cut your throat, so have no fear Yes, you’ve got it right, I was born for Terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible life! Frontline We’re live in a lies! Frontline We’re start to feel a mad! Frontline We’re going to hell! Death is near It’s crystal clear A terrible dream Man by man Miss dath is taking away I hear her loud scream I kill, I win I die, I win Who’s to define? A son like me I have to take his poor life Before he takes mine Raised for only purpose, always doing what they say Brainless soldier deliver death! – for me the only way Kill me first or I will cut your throat, so have no fear Yes, you’ve got it right, I was born for Terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible life! Frontline We’re live in a lies! Frontline We’re start to feel a mad! Frontline We’re going to hell! We can feel the pain Never feel your name We will ready to start a fight Cause evil comes tonight We can feel the pain, Never feel your name So don’t look back cut my neck And I’m going to hell Aaah Frontline We’re live in a lies! Frontline We’re start to feel a mad! Frontline We’re live in a lies! Frontline We’re going to hell! We’re start to feel a mad! We’re going to hell!

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